Andrew (Lonely Lords)
Author: Grace Burrowes
Publisher: Sourcebooks Casablanca
Date of Publication: December 3, 2013
After a tragic yachting accident leaves him wracked with guilt and despair, Andrew Alexander becomes certain he doesn’t deserve to be around his own family, let alone the beautiful, forthright Astrid Worthington. He wanders for years, only allowing himself respite from his self-imposed exile when he thinks Astrid safely married. He returns home to find instead that the only woman he’s ever loved has been recently—and mysteriously—widowed.
…especially from himself
When Andrew leaves, Astrid refuses to pine. She finds an amiable husband and contents herself with a cordial if unexciting marriage. But her husband’s sudden death and Andrew’s reappearance threaten to break her heart all over again. When Astrid’s life is threatened, she finds Andrew will do anything to protect her not only from her enemies, but also from the truth of his dark past.
First thought – holy smokes, Andrew’s hawt! I love the cover, Ms. Burrowes! I love the whole look for this line, I really do.
Please be advised this review contains spoilers!
Now if only I’d liked the book as much. Don’t get me wrong, people. This is a lovely book, because Ms. Burrowes simply wouldn’t write anything else. I just simply never fully connected with Andrew. Maybe that was deliberate on the author’s part. Andrew was very remote, and given what he believed about himself, I can’t blame him. But the whole thing felt very disconnected. Almost like I was observing a play, and the actors were just reciting dialogue, not truly portraying themselves. It just didn’t … mesh.
I found myself far more interested in the secondary character (and hero of the next book), Douglas. I’m looking forward to reading his story (and have it already from NetGalley – woot!), than I was in Andrew (though I definitely felt his pain) and even Astrid (and lord knows I know the feeling of a miscarriage). But these two did definitely have some darkness in their lives that they had to work through and as they found the strength within, they found each other to finally connect with.
Astrid’s been through a lot – it sucks to be her. She had a crappy marriage with a schmuck of a husband. She definitely deserved better and got it from Andrew once he stopped the “woe is me, I’m a horrible person” act. I hated the villain (had him pegged fairly early on, though that could simply be I didn’t believe there was any other character it could have been – I liked the rest of them too much).
Andrew … yikes. He certainly had reason for his “woe is me”, don’t get me wrong. It would be horrendous, what he thought was the truth for so long (until Gareth finally took him in hand and told him the real truth – and MAN I need to read Gareth’s story). And he had his strengths. There are probably very few English peers capable of delivering twins … without a doctor midwife … wherein a twin needed to be turned … in the middle of a snowstorm. I loved him for that. And I felt sooooo sorry for Felicity. It sucked bad enough being pregnant with twins in the 21st century. It would have been a nightmare back in that period.
Anyway, I will continue being a devoted Grace Burrowes fan. I just didn’t connect quite as well with this book as I have in the past. Thank you as always for allowing me the honor of reading this book for review.
Book provided by NetGalley in exchange for an honest review.